Please welcome one of our Rawhide 'N Roses anthology authors from Australia. I met Margaret online through the same publisher and we are both monthly bloggers on Romancing the Genres.
Thank you for inviting me to your blog.
I was absolutely thrilled to be invited to participate in the Rawhide ‘N Roses western romance anthology. It is an honor to work with such talented western writers.
RAWHIDE ‘N ROSES
Saddle up your horses and head out to the heart of the Wild West in this collection of short love stories by authors of Western Romance from all over the country and around the world. Whether your passion is historical or contemporary, there's something inside for everyone.
My historical romances set in Frontier Australia, are not unlike romances set in the American West. Maybe I should categorize my stories as Australian Westerns. Both our countries share a similar history, a savage, untamed land, isolated communities of settlers, and a large single male population with very few young women. With a background like this, what a Pandora’s box of ideas and situations writers can play out to the happily ever after conclusion. And we do.
Caleb Devereaux is saved by an angel, but is she of the heavenly variety or a real flesh and blood woman?
Hot searing pain speared through Cal’s chest with every breath he took. He felt as if a red hot poker gouged his flesh, slowly twisting and turning to increase his torment. Sweat pouring into his eyes blurred his vision. His whole body burned with such intensity he wondered why he didn’t burst into flames.
“This is your first taste of hell, Caleb Devereaux,” he muttered. “Get used to it.” At least he had sent the Tolson brothers on ahead to meet Satan. The fires of hell were probably already burning those vicious hombres to a crisp.
A warm breath fanned his face, followed by the fleeting touch of soft hands stroking his forehead. His eyes creaked open and an angel’s face hovered above him. She had milky white skin, huge pale blue eyes and golden hair. A whiff of lavender infused his nostrils. Did angels smell of lavender?
He couldn’t see her wings, and she wore blue rather than white. There had to be a mistake. Why had he gone to heaven instead of hell? His life was not without blemish. He had killed a dozen or more men, but never shot a man in the back, didn’t need to when he was lightning fast on the draw. As a boy, he had stolen food after escaping the clutches of his drunken parents. Maybe he wasn’t evil enough for hell, but he was hardly suitable for heaven.
“Here, drink this.” The angel’s voice caressed him.
Water trickling down his throat washed away the dusty dryness.
“Australian Westerns” I have written.
A sweeping tale of love's triumph over tragedy and treachery in frontier Australia.
A mistaken identity opens the door for Martin Mulvaney to take his revenge on the granddaughter of his mortal enemy.
American wild west versus Australian frontier.
Explosive results and tragedy follow Jo Saunders and Luke Campton when they cross the fine line dividing love and hate.
Her feats of daring intrigued him, but her beauty scared the hell out of him.
Only in the new world can a highborn young Englishwoman and a tough frontier man, ignite the passion that will fulfil their hopes and dreams.